Black Hash Mass

Smashed and Bloody encircled in flame

Swirling dark wings

Black Hash Mass



I'm Falling down and My Eyes did Bleed

I saw The Beast

Your turn to believe



I was Born a Wolf or was it a Witch

I can Touch The Sky

Or Learn to fly

I was alive at a quarter to three

The Jackal laughs

And so do We

I will return in your Hour of Need

Clean Ritual Burn

Let The Ancients Bleed